Take off your shoes, please.

The D.Va

It was horrible.

Miserable.

He called yesterday. He is worried about my condition, he says. And, we got into a heated conversation.

And then, the call ended. Just like that.

He called again later. Apologised for his harshness. Why do you even bother to care so much? It's my fucking life. I'll eat if I want to. I won't if I don't want to. Being harsh, angry wouldn't do anything. Just don't bother about my eating disorders, etc, whatever.

It doesn't really matter if he called to apologise or not. Everybody has been really harsh to me these days. I'm so used to it, although it's of no use, really. Those harshness. It's of no use to whatever that's happening right now. As if I'm not depressed enough.

The atmosphere at home sucks. Everybody's forcing me to eat. I can die as a result of overfeeding. I can cry out blood to let you see how much I don't want to eat.

Three meals a day?

NO WAY.

I think I'm fucking 46kg now. Don't tell me that I'm still the same. I know my body. I know how it feels right now. And it feels heavier than it was. So, just save your breath.

Fuck. I guess I'm alone at my side, while you all out there are just trying to make me gain weight like fuck.

Thanks.


Thanks for the harshness.

Lotza Lurrrve,
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The Scandal Hunters.

The Past Which Moulds The Present.

I Am The Only D.va Around.